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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Aswad,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.