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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Technova,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.