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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.