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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.