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 Argentina and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Visage,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.