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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Ludus to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.