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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.