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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.