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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.