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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
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.