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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
World's Most,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.