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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.