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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.