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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.