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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.