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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.