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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.