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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Magazine,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.