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 India and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.