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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.