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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.