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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.