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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Organ,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.