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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.