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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.