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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.