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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.