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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
New Order,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.