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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.