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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.