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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.