Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.