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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.