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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Sound,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.