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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
ABC,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.