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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
UT,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.