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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Iggy Pop 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.