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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.