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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.