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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.