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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.