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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.