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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.