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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.