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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.