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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.