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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.