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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Crime,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.