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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.