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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.