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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.