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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.