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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.