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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.