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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.