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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
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Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.