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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.