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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.