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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.