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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.