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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.