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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.