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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.