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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.