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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.