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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.