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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.