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 Solomon Islands 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Television,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.