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 Albania 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.