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 San Marino 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.