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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.