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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.