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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.