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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.