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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Nico,
The Cramps,
X-101,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.