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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.