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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.