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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.