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 France and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.