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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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 Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.