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 San Marino and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Nas,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.