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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.