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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.