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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.