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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.