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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.