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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.