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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Index,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.