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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.