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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.