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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Scion,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.