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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
DNA,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.