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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.