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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.