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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.