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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.