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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.