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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.