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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.