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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.