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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.