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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.