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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.