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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Liliput,
CMW,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.