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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Skarface,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.