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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.