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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Cure to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.