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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.