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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.