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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.