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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Crime,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.