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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.