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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.