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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.