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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.