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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.