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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.