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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
The Leaves,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Wire,
Technova,
X-102,
Interpol,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.