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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 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 The Names to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.