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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.