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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.