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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.