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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.