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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.