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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Lalann,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.