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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.