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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.