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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.