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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.