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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.