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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.