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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.