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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.