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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
AZ,
The Saints,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.