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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.