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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.