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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.