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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.