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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.