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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.