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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.