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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.