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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
June Days,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.