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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.