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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.