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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.