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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 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 grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.