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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.