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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.