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 Togo and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.