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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Q65,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.