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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Pylon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.