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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.