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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
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.