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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
The Fall,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.