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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.