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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.