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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
New Order,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.