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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.