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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.