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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.