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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.