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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.