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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.