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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.