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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.