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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.