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 Italy 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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.