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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.