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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.