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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.