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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.