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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.