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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.