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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.