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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.