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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.