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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.