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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.