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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Al Stewart 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.