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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.