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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.