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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Pole,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.