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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.