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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.