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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.