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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.