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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.