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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.