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 Romania 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.