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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Mars to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Selecter,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.