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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.