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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.