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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.