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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.