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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.