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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.