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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
ABC,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.