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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.