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 United States and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Fear,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.