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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.