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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.