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 Venezuela 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.