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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.