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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Names 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Ultravox,
DNA,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.