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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.