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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
UT,
the Swans,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.