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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.