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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
the Association,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.