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 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.