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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.