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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
ABC,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.