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 Chad 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.