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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.