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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Names,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.