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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.