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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.