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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Smog,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.