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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Moby Grape 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.