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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.