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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.