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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.