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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.