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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.