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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.