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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.