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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.