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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.