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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.