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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.