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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.