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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Can,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.