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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.