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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Monks,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.