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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
June Days,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.