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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.