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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.