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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.