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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slackers 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.