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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.