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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.