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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.