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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.