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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.