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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.