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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.