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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.