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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
JFA,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.