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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
the Association,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.