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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.