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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.