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 Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.