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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.