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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Can,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.