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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Nico,
Japan,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.