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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.