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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.