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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
ABBA,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.