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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.