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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.