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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.