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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.