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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Darondo,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.