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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.