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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.