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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.