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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.