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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Flipper,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.