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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.