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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.