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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Cure,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.