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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Mojo Men 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.