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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.