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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.