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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.