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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.