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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.