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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.