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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.