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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.