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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Can,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.