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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.