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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.