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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.