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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.