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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.