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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.