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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.