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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Darondo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.