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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Warsaw 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.