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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
JFA,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.