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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.