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 Nauru 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.