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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.