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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.