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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.