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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Names,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.