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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.