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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.