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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.