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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.