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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.