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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.