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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Q65,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.