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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.