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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.