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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.