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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.