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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.