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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
The Cure,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.