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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.