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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.