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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
X-102,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.