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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.