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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.