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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Monks,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.