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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.