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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Visage,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.