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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.