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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.