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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.