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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.