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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Gong,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.