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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.