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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.