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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.