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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.