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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.