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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.