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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Index,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.