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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.