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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.