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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.