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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Oneida,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.