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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.