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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Germs to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.