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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.