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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.