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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.