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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.