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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.