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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.