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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.