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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.