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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.