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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.