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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.