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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.