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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.