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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Qualms,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.