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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.