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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.