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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.