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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.