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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.