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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.