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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
JFA,
a-ha,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.