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 Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.