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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.