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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Q65,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.