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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Japan,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.