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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.