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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Crime,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.