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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 10cc to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.