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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.