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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
UT,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.