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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.