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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.