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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.