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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.