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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.