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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Darondo,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.