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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.