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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.