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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Index,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.