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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
UT,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.