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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Roxette,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Mars,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.