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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.