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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.