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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.