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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.