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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.