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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.