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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.