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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Index,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Crime,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.