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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.