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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.