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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.