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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.