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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.