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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.