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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.