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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.