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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.