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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Model 500,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Yaz,
MC5,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.