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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Fear,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.