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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.