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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.