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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.