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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.