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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Little Man,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.