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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.