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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.