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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.