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 Algeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.