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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.