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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
June Days,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.