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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.