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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.