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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 the Slits to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.