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 Antigua and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Can,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.