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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.