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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.