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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
CMW,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.