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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Visage,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.