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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.