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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.