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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.