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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.