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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Echospace,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.