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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.