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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.