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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.