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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.