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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.