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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.