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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.