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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.