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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.