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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Index,
The Gories,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.