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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.