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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.