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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.