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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Index,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Swans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.