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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.