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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.