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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.