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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.