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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.