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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.