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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.