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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.