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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.