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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.