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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Germs to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.