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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Index,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.