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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.