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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.