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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.