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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.