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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.