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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
ABC,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.