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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.