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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Kayak,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.