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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bill Wells 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.