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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.