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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.