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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.