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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.