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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.