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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.