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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.