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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.