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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.