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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.