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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.