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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.