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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.