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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.