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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.