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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.