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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
the Swans,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.