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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.