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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.