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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.