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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.