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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.