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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.