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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
MC5,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.