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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.