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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.