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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.