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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.