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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.