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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.