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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.