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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.