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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Slave,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.