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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Can,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.