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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.