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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.