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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Smog,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.