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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.