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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Index,
Swans,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.