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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.