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 Japan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.