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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.