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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.