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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.