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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.