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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.