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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Organ,
ABBA,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.