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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
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The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.