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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.