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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.