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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.