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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.