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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.