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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.