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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.