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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.