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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
the Association,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Index,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
X-102,
Q65,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.